claire dearing is an olympic sprinter (heels) wrote in witchinghour,
Claire actually chuckled a little at his quip about being done taking pictures - she'd developed a finer appreciation for sarcasm since dating Owen, though she wondered who would come out standing in a snark-off between he and Tony. "All clear," she indicated, with a little salute, taking one of the donuts as well. A pink-frosted one, no color that existed in nature, and topped with sprinkles. Oooh, living dangerously.
"Most of the papers I grabbed from the file cabinet outside the CEO's office were just Redrum stats - you know, finances and equipment that's been ordered, upkeep of the business," she explained. So pretty benign stuff in the scheme of things - obviously Redrum, Inc. was once a thriving corporation but then apparently now all that was left were disgruntled ghosts and skeletons. "But the others in the office, had to do with the camera - instructions, I think. I've paper-clipped them," Claire added, sliding the stack toward Tony.